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The Earth is quiet so far…

With dull memory, one cannot see departed and alive.

Methinks – faces are disappearing

Of all those who left, of ours & theirs.

There – at the boundary of eternal & corruptible,

On that line that lies in the dust,

We could not see the Blessed,

We could not see the Sacred.

People, don’t be afraid of your Memory!

I know – it lives among us.

I believe – the blessed hour will come

& the memory, not once, will make us remember all who left.

It did not snow over, although it snowed,

Through the winter storms,

The roads into the past & the past roads…

We did not wound, even though we could,

The ancient clocks;

But the memory is beckoning us beyond the boundary;

There, beyond that boundary of eternal & corruptible,

On the borders that lie in the dust,

We were unable to see the Blessed,

We could not see the Sacred!

People, don’t be afraid of your Memory,

I believe – it lives among us!

I know – the blessed hour will come

& the memory, not once, will make us remember all who left.